It seems that every time
I get in trouble, it's my mouth
My brain is heading northward
While my mouth is heading south
You know when you say something
And the person's there...behind
That's me...daily
My mouth don't tell my mind
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
I never ever get a chance
To ever hit them back
It's over in a second
It's a one punch full attack
My mouth runs on a motor
That my brain just can not stop
I speak and then they hit me
It's ....over quickly...pop
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
I'm a punching bag most weekends
I just say what's in my head
I get knocked out so often
I'm surprised that I'm not dead
Most times, I hit on women
They're busy dancing with their guy
I got hit so much last summer
I thought I only had one eye
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
My mouth runs on a tangent
My mind is not as fast
I don't spend much cash drinking
My nights just do not last
I always end up battered
Never have a chance to see
The boyfriend or the husband
That went one punch with me
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
It seems that every time
I get in trouble, it's my mouth
My brain is heading northward
While my mouth is heading south
You know when you say something
And the person's there...behind
That's me...daily
My mouth don't tell my mind
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
I never ever get a chance
To ever hit them back
It's over in a second
It's a one punch full attack
My mouth runs on a motor
That my brain just can not stop
I speak and then they hit me
It's ....over quickly...pop
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
I'm a punching bag most weekends
I just say what's in my head
I get knocked out so often
I'm surprised that I'm not dead
Most times, I hit on women
They're busy dancing with their guy
I got hit so much last summer
I thought I only had one eye
I'm the one who is the punching bag
I can't censor what I say
My mouth moves faster than
My brain, most every day
I tell a girl I want her
While she's holding someone's hand
And then I stand waiting for...
The first punch thrown to land
My mouth runs on a tangent
My mind is not as fast
I don't spend much cash drinking
My nights just do not last
I always end up battered
Never have a chance to see
The boyfriend or the husband
That went one punch with me
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